i think I could love you
And the way you hold your hands when you kiss me
How you smile when you catch me watching you
I think I could
Surrender tomorrow if you asked me
Feeling excited about being alone imagining what it would be like to
Love you
As you hold my door and say my name
Cupping my face in your hands
My heart on my sleeve
Your name on my lips
Falling into a void where
I think I could love you
Sharing the same breath
The same thought at the same time thinking, what if
I think
About when we met and you told me your name
And I gave you mine and I liked when you said it
You brought it to life
Like the first time I had ever heard it spoken
I could love you
And the smell of your skin
And how your laughter fills the room your smile inviting mine
To believe
I think I could love you
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Comments (2)
"And I gave you mine and I liked when you said it You brought it to life" It always hits different when they say our name! Loved your poem!
eheh, nice pure moments of love.